Текст песни чижов - Соль

Deck, mast
Pigeon, mail
Compass all exactly
All clothes in shreds
Water shakes
Drinks over the years are mounted
I also notice
What do not need piernes
Leather salt
My life game console
I'm on a lot
Only it was not a dream
I am swimming
How often happens
My years decreasing
Smile wash
I am indifferent
I do not know life better
What to swing on the waves
The same waves and listen
Not interested
How to go on land now
And I do not wish, believe
Again to know the taste of losses
As deep
There is dark blue peace
I see the bottom from here
I can reach your hand
Little fruit
How are you warm
Water Iron Like Glass
Strong Sun Prisel
Thank you
For what you give me strength
Time to be alone
With thoughts
And the sea blue
Imagination
Does not require excess investments
Minimum legitimation
Pure lying position
On the horizon
If the crew is not against
Master bold me
Or i will cut an umbrella
I am without worries
From Sunday to Saturday
No harder job
Flew from sides on the side
You stop
After listening to this motive
Sit into locomotive
Sobody things grabbing
While you are here
Stand barefoot on Botra
Forget the route
Feel the taste in the mouth
This is salt
Between fingers sand
Wind in the Voloch
It's not described
You are peace
World of you inside
His honey passed
Just go into the outstand ...